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Chapter 514: That only left one logical conclusion. The woman in the song. The one he wished a happy birthday to. It had to be her - Rosanna. There simply couldn't be anyone else. Phone gripped tightly in her hand, Rosanna buzzed with a mix of excitement and rising ambition. Tonight's banquet wasn't just about celebration - it was her chance to finally outshine Maia once and for all. By evening, the Morgan estate glowed like a palace, every light casting a golden warmth across the courtyard.

Richard had gone all out, hiring top-tier planners who transformed the villa's grounds into a breathtaking setting worthy of royalty. This grand affair didn't just polish the family's reputation - it silenced whispers of tension between Maia and the Morgan family, if only for the night. Scanning the endless row of guests queued at the entrance, Richard felt something rare swell inside him - pride. People he never imagined would acknowledge him were now here, shaking his hand, smiling wide. At his side, Sandra stood radiant, accepting compliments with practiced grace.

Whatever bitterness she still harbored toward Maia, it paled against the warm glow of admiration from the crowd. For tonight, everything felt like her victory too. "Mrs. Morgan, you truly have it all! Two brilliant daughters - how blessed you are!" "Indeed, after today's birthday celebration, who in the world would dare look down on the Morgan family?" "Raising children like yours must take more than luck. Please, share your secret with us!" Sandra responded with gentle poise, her smile modest. "Oh, they've come this far through their own perseverance.

Rosanna, especially, she's faced her share of struggles and grown stronger because of them." Right on cue, Rosanna made her entrance. Gliding into the courtyard like she belonged on a runway, she wore a custom-designed off-shoulder pink gown with pleated detailing. The fabric shifted as she walked, catching the sunlight in soft lavender tones. Each step seemed to draw the eye, the gradient colors flowing around her like water. With her head held high and confidence radiating from every inch of her, Rosanna looked like a blossom at its peak - stunning, luminous, and unmistakably in control.

gⱯlnσνs․com delivers what you seek Her gown wasn't off the rack; it had been meticulously crafted for her alone, a feat made possible only through Mariana's well-placed connections, who rushed the final fittings just in time for the event. As Rosanna stepped into view, a wave of admiration rippled through the crowd. Heads turned. Gasps followed. In mere seconds, all eyes were on her - she had effortlessly claimed the spotlight. But before the moment could settle, a sudden stir rolled through the gathering.

Someone near the front shouted, "Over there - Vince just showed up!" Sandra narrowed her eyes and reached out, drawing Rosanna closer with a subtle tug. Her voice dropped, edged with expectation. "Vince is here. Are you not going to speak to him?" Rosanna barely flinched. Vince was the last person on her mind right now. In her eyes, he could not hold a flame to Claudius - there was simply no comparison. She shook her head gently. "Mother, with this many guests around, I really don't want to cause a scene..." Before she could finish, Richard stepped into earshot.

His face stiffened as he caught the tail end of the conversation. "Rosanna," he said, voice firm but low, "Vince came to apologize the other day, didn't he? Let's not drag this any further. The Ward family was once among the most powerful in Wront. We cannot afford to offend them - and your engagement is still valid." Rosanna cast a quick glance around, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Dad... the truth is, I'm more worried that Claudius - the future head of Cooper Group - might get the wrong idea if he sees me speaking to Vince." The words hit like a thunderclap.

Richard and Sandra both stiffened, their eyes widening. Claudius? Was she serious? Richard hadn't invited Claudius. In fact, he didn't even have the standing to interact with anyone from Cooper Group, let alone their future leader. . . .